Sometimes, while I'm studying Real Property or drafting a pseudo-will, I feel like I'm living someone else's life. I wasn't the child who stood in the middle of the class and said she wanted to be President of the United States. No, that wasn't me at all.
I was the little girl who sat in her bedroom and wrote poems about boys. Now I'm a woman... But most times, instead of studying, I still want to run off and find a boy to fall out of love with and write a poem about it.
Oh, law school.
